as the empror was walking in the dungeon of his castle ,laughing to himself becuase of the power he had suddenly his eyes met a woman in one of the cells. Long balck hair that was touching the floor..calm face as calm as the mist in spring..those freckelse...even with that torn white kimono and does chains around her hand she looked divin. Sukuna couldnt help himself so he ask one of his soilders

"Who is she..? There is ni way that woman is one of the prisoners of war"